There was a red circle of fire in the sandy bottom of the dry wady, and beside it was a flat boulder at the foot of which were prints of the shepherd's sandals and, on the bank behind it, the mark where his shoulders had comfortably rested.
He made no apology for the poverty of his entertainment; he had never known anything better.
"Now, brother," he said busily to Momus, "if thou'lt lend me of thy height, thou shalt have of my agility and we will set up a douar for the lady." With frank composure he stripped off the burden of skins that covered him until he stood forth in a single hide of wool, with a tumble of sheep pelts at his feet.

In each one was a thorn preserved for use and with these he pinned them all together, scrambled out on the bank, emitting his startling cry at the sheep that obstructed his path.

From above he shouted down to Momus.
"Stretch it, brother, over thy head.

I shall pin it down with stones on either side.

Now, unless some jackal dislodges these weights before morning, ye will be safe covered from the cold.